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 Your sword’s grown  and rusty
  beneath the rising sun
 It’s locked  like a trophy
 Forgetting all the things  done
 
 And though it’s been a long 
 You’re  back where you started from
  see it in your eyes
 That now  giving up the gun
 
  I was 17
 I had wrists like 
  I felt complete
 
 And now my  fades
 Behind  brass charade
 And I’m obsolete
 
  if the chance remained
  see those better days
 I’d cut  cannons down
 
 My  are blown to bits
 From all the rifle 
 But I  crave that sound
 
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 I heard  play guitar
  at a seedy bar
 Where skinheads used to 
 
 Your Tokugawa smile
  your garbage style
  to save the night
 
 You felt the  wave
 Told me we’d all  brave
 You  you wouldn’t flinch
 
 But in the  that passed
 Since I  you last
  haven’t moved an inch
 
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 I  you shine in your way
  on, go on, go on
 
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